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Bad …

News of Michael Jackson’s death sparked off a wierd chain of reminiscence. Predictable memories of the first time I took notice of him in his new, solo, incarnation … ie in 1982 when Thriller came out, and I was at the end of my first year of University. 27 years ago; but I even remember the moment: it was in Alison’s flat in Dalkeith Road after an EU Tramps night out …

Maybe just as predictably it brought back memories of Elvis’s death (yes, dear reader, I’m old enough to remember that too …), which Tony – I’m sure reliably – informs me was in 1977; which means he was 10 and I was .. um .. a bit older. Front page of the Daily Record in our living room in East Kilbride. He was ‘before my time’; but even so I was shocked. Michael Jackson was definitely of my time … so many formative memories that have one or other of his songs as a soundtrack … so, despite the wierdness of recent years, and the lack of output, it’s still shocking that he’s not around.